His tiny body wriggles, coos and cries in his rocker. When I picked him up a few hours ago, his crying mouth closed and he fell promptly asleep once his head hit my chest. His little hands clung to the top of my t-shirt. I started to cry because I don’t think I’ve ever loved … Continue reading Tiny hands, Big love
It’s not that I really consider the estimated due date an exact science or even remotely infallible. I just want my body back. This is all that I have in my mind to consider his arrival date. This is the gift I have been given since week 12 of my pregnancy. It’s all I have … Continue reading 3 Weeks, 5 Days left with this body in my body.
That’s what the past 6 months have felt like. My identity will replaced to the slavery of child rearing. My life will soon no longer revolve around me, only my own whims and desires. Soon, a brand new child will come into the world. As a self-proclaimed wild-card, this is a bit much to accept. … Continue reading Stripping away my identity, one day at a time
My son. It’s a nice finishing touch of a thought I’ve had since I found out. What else is there to discover? I have just about 4 months to go before I meet my son. What a nervous feeling this is. I wonder if you’ll identify with that, assigned gender, and I wonder if you’ll … Continue reading A son, shining in the hot summer sky
I was go display at the Indigo arts festival, but pain kept me home. I used it as an excuse to paint for weeks before the event. “I’ve gotta paint today” I lament to my Fiance, ‘please berate me if I don’t paint”. He asked me a month after the event, when was that again? … Continue reading but the pain kept me home
I suppose when you get to a certain age, you start realizing you’ve been putting efforts into the wrong things. For whatever reason, this week I read through all of my previous posts. The digital footprints I’ve littered across the internet. I’m too conscious to ever litter in the real world. This kind of litter, … Continue reading I suppose.. ( about my digital footprint)